ON THE WAY

So, I acquired three really excellent things last week – a car, a banjo, and my Harley boots back from the re-solers – but I have none of them actually here. To wit, the banjo is en route from the supplier, the car is back at the farm approximately 2000km away, and I had to take my boots back to the shop because the glue didn’t take properly in one spot.

These kind of occurrences are totally indicative of my life in general … happy – occasionally disappointing and frustrating – but mostly happy, and forever in anticipation of something good in the works, which isn’t quite here yet.

ALSO, there was one more excellent arrival in my life last week ...
When we were moving house last year, we found a weird, tentacle-y, potted succulent in our backyard, hidden under a bush. As with anything vaguely interesting that I stumble across, I took it with me.

Then last week it sent out some unusual looking shoots, and I started to second-guess my assessment of it as a benign alien-plant.
It was up to something.

But, as it turns out, it was just flowering; producing one perfect, five-petaled bloom. I've been told it's a carrion flower -- Stapelia -- which is kind of gross, but the stink is definitely outweighed by the weirdness and beauty.

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RAYCHPONYGOLD

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~ ABOUT ~

Illustrator and writer, by nature the former and by circumstance the latter. Grew up in the bush and moved to the city, traipsed around the east coast, fell in love, read Cormac McCarthy, listened to Townes Van Zandt and picked up a banjo.

I’m interested in the balance of things, of things as they really are — neither here nor there, beautiful or horrible, strong or weak, wise or stupid. And in no way mundane.